as the wind drifts my fresh thriving face
and swipe my long journey of the past
I began to ponder deep in my thought
about the things that I have now
and the route I blindly followed
where it leads me as my inner ghost
and eat my guilt from within my soul.
Questions that have long waited to be fed
knock me unconscious from the reality
that has long forgive my sins
reminding me of about something that matters
something like my precious me
or things that I take for granted
unwittingly.
another road not taken
another story unwritten
something mysterious unspoken
an experience of broken tone.
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